Diesel - The Alchemist, Kool G Rap

You know, I’ve clipped a lot of guys in my life

Close friends, guys I didn’t know

I didn’t always agree that the guy should be clipped

But I never questioned the orders and I never went off half-cocked

I gotta get back in the streets

That’s where all the money is these days

From a kid alone, I turned into this grown image

From the Popeye cartoons to that grown spinach

A young man prone to business, he his own chemist

Three quarter mink stone pendants, a stone menace

Sleeping with redbone twins, TEC with a chrome finish

Parked in a Benz dark-tinted, he gettin' domed in it

Massive rocks turn city blocks to Stonehenges

Stoned dependence, they visiting methadone clinics

Every breadwinner every kid in my zone mimic

Keys to the city, chase every dollar that roam in it

Life too short, numbers up, God don’t loan minutes

Some will see R.I.P soon as this poem ended

Ay, you shut up!

(I'm moving diesel on 'em)

You just listen (I'm moving diesel on 'em)

I gotta get back in the streets

That’s where all the money is these days (I'm moving diesel on 'em)

Thoroughbred DNA in my jugular, I’m a born hustler

You was born to be in my service, you’s a born butler

I’m from the trenches where paper touchers are long tuckers

I’m Big Red hangin' niggas from the eleventh floor

Settle scores, your pussy selling whore is Eleanor

Jimmy «Clean Hands», what you claiming a felon for?

They gon' find you in yellow drawers when the metal draw

Decomposed like Skeletor with his melon tore

I’m from that place where it’s shady faces and lady rapers

Empty fridgerators, cribs with cold radiators

Low wages and front page of the paper makers

Got that behavior like every one of your neighbors hate ya

Drug dealers be the role models, they money stars

Inside the bar, throw a hundred yards in your honey bra

It’s how the beef shit pop off when the gunnin' start

Life trials be the lifestyle in these slummy parts

I guess you mad I’m a rich fuckin' man (I'm moving diesel on 'em)

You got some fuckin' nerve (I'm moving diesel on 'em)

Let him talk, don’t interrupt (I'm moving diesel on 'em)

What the fuck you come cryin' to me about?